29 March 2011
27 March 2011
Adventure and Discovery
Imagine it is the first time ever seeing your hometown. Imagine seeing specific roads you may take and specific places you may spend your time. Imagine seeing them again for the first time, and try to imagine what your first impressions of these places may have otherwise been. Now, try to foresee how a different first impression would change your current opinions of those roads or those places.
So many different factors contribute to the act of becoming attached to a location. This applies not only to places, but to things, animals, even people. First impressions are extremely important, but not in the way where the mindset is to be absolutely perfect. Decorum and proper etiquette are not always the correct way to approach a meeting. No, it truly depends on both of the people who are meeting; their attitude, their demeanor, and how they harmonize at the precise moment of meeting one another. First impressions, in large part, help shape our relationships, both with those we love so much it hurts, and with others whom we despise as deeply as we can.
So many different factors contribute to the act of becoming attached to a location. This applies not only to places, but to things, animals, even people. First impressions are extremely important, but not in the way where the mindset is to be absolutely perfect. Decorum and proper etiquette are not always the correct way to approach a meeting. No, it truly depends on both of the people who are meeting; their attitude, their demeanor, and how they harmonize at the precise moment of meeting one another. First impressions, in large part, help shape our relationships, both with those we love so much it hurts, and with others whom we despise as deeply as we can.
21 March 2011
Growing
Even if I want it, adventure is my enemy. So I need to explore, leave my comfort zone, feel ill at ease. I need to do those things so I don't end up as a nothing. Because right now, I literally can't bring myself to go and do anything because it sounds scary and I am content with sitting in my room on a computer.
"2011 will be my year," said Adam as he continued to sit at his computer. "Here." He offered up a website with some of his music. All very old, all in need of a booting out by newer, better material.
"Time to be an artist, art man," inner-Adam told outer-Adam.
07 March 2011
The Sandstorm
Maybe the problem is that I am a poet, and not another artist. At least, not another artist completely. I urge you to try many arts to find the right one for you. Maybe one, maybe more. And maybe I wanted to get rich from my chosen favorite art form. Well, that clouded my vision. I am clearly in a sandstorm, apparent more and more.
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